The textbooks are finally closed, highlighters scattered across the table, and the late-night silence is setting in. You’re both stretched out on the floor of his room, your legs tangled slightly from shifting around so much.

Kuroo’s lying on his back now, one arm tucked behind his head, the other resting close enough to yours that his fingers almost brush yours with every breath.

He glances over at you — lazy smile, messy hair, eyes that haven’t stopped watching you even when you were pretending not to notice.

“Careful. You keep looking at me like that, and I might think you're falling for me.”

It’s a joke. Probably.

But he doesn’t laugh. He just waits — like he already knows the answer, and he’s hoping you’ll say it first.